The Husky is on my short list for next spring. May have to borrow yours for some comparison testing.

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lol!!!

its a hell of a fun bike! although it seems to have a problem keeping its oil inside itself...doesnt even have 1500 on it and dang near every gasket seeps or has a mild drip. i just cant get myself to tear the whole thing down to replace all the gaskets though yet.

i wish i could come up with another set of rims for it at a reasonable price though. i really want a set of the conti tkc 80's on it, but i play on the road to much for that to be its main tire.

its a hell of a fun bike! although it seems to have a problem keeping its oil inside itself...doesnt even have 1500 on it and dang near every gasket seeps or has a mild drip. i just cant get myself to tear the whole thing down to replace all the gaskets though yet.

i wish i could come up with another set of rims for it at a reasonable price though. i really want a set of the conti tkc 80's on it, but i play on the road to much for that to be its main tire.

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Have you thought of going to Heidenau's? www.scramblercycle.com sells them at a good price and offer free shipping as well. That's where l got my K60 rear, and it is great both on and off road.

My Dad bought it off Ebay from a gentleman from Montrose CO, and I had the wonderful task of going to get it. It was a wonderful ride. Loved every second, till I got to Nebraska with a 30mph wind from the SW and tons of bugs.
Did you hear what General Custer told his men at Custers last stand? He said, "Men, I've got good news and I've got bad news, the bad news is that we're all going to die for sure. There is no way any of us are going to live through this. The good news is, we don't have to march back through Nebraska!!"

I recently changed the water pump shaft, which requires the removal of clutch cover and then the inner clutch cover. I put a new gasket on the inner cover, but it appears that the oil galleys that run right next to the water jacket just before the oil is directed into the end of the crankshaft was leaking at that point. Assuming we are right, then it's just a quick resurfacing of that cover, a new gasket, and bolt it back together. We're also replacing some worn parts and putting in bigger cams. But, it should be a pretty quick and easy fix. We also found what appears to be a bad valve seal. So, we have a few little repairs and some resurfacing, but nothing huge.

My friend Greg passed away on Saturday afternoon on Squaw Pass Road. He was leading a group from the Denver Eurotrash Motorcycle Club down the road and coming into a blind switchback corner, hit a car head on. The car was over the double yellow line while passing a bicyclist.
Greg was killed instantly from the impact.
Greg was a very accomplished motorcyclist. He, like all of us, liked to have the spirited ride but he always knew his limitations and never rode on the ragged edge on the street.
He was also simply a good human being. Between bikes and wanted to ride? Greg was always the first to offer up one of his. Need advice? Greg was always there. Just needed an ear when it seemed no one else would listen? Greg was always happy to be that ear.
He had a passion for motorcycles. He loved watching races both in person and on TV.
He and his wife spent several weeks last summer in Italy going to races and visiting those places most of us only dream of some day visiting.

I last rode with him last year at Ducati in the Rockies. We spent Saturday together. The first couple of hours in the morning, we had a much slower rider with us and Greg pulled over, waited for him to catch up and then called some other riders to meet up with us that were going to be riding at a pace that was much more what this other rider was used to.
Once the other group caught up to us, we sent them on their way and went on ours.
Our pace was pretty quick but it was also well within what both of us were capable of. We stopped for lunch in Pagosa Springs and talked about the mundane. I got to know him better and am very thankful for the short time that I was able to call him my friend.

I last spoke to him on Thursday afternoon. I wanted some advice on a seat for my Multistrada and knew that he had been through a few so I wanted to pick his brain. He asked about my wife and kids and we chatted about other, far less important things. We ended the conversation by promising each other that we would have to ride together again soon.

Greg is survived by his wife and best friend of 30 years, Izzy. Another amazing soul in her own right. My heart is absolutely broken for her.

As I have tried to come to grips with Greg's loss, I wonder when the tears will come. I keep telling myself that I am still numb. That the tears will come in their own time. But I am not being honest with myself. I don't know if the tears will ever come. Not because I don't care for Greg. But because of the opposite. He died doing something he loved. Something that he had a passion for. He died showing others the way. And to that, I say we all should be so lucky. To die doing what one loves is to die truly happy.
We all have asked ourselves that question..."What would I do if I only had 6 months to live?"
I would be on my bike every waking hour. I would ride until the very end just like Greg. I would blast through heaven's gates in a third gear power wheelie, all while laughing into my helmet.

We all take risks every day. Us who ride, know that. We calculate our risk with our reward and then strap on our gear and throw a leg over our trusty steeds. We know that it can end at any time. But we don't let that stop us from living our lives and doing that which we love.

I miss you terribly Greg. You are one that I will always and truly consider a friend. But I will hold on to the hope that some day we will meet again and that you are up there now, scouting out the great rides for the rest of us.

I know events like this make you question your own life. I know my wife shoves such events in my face whenever she can. But, here's how I see it. My Mom was petrified that my Dad would die before her leaving her issues she would be unable to handle, like a farm. She died in a hospice at 72 from a heart blockage that destroyed her brain. I had to convince my family members that it was time to let her go and to stop the life-sustaining efforts.

My Dad was petrified of dangerous things all his life and considered things like unnecessary travel and exploration as foolish endeavors. He died at 77 in a nursing home after a severe stroke left him a jumble of random thoughts. I had to make the decision to stop feeding him through his G-tube to end his suffering.

After the experiences I've had with my parents, I believe I'd much rather die doing what I love. I would bet your friend felt the same.

And if any of you inmates here find me mumbling in a nursing home one day, please put me on a bike and point me towards a high cliff.

It's one of my most squidly pieces of clothing but I have a t-shirt that says, "I refuse to tiptoe through life, only to arrive safely at death."

Words to live by.

My mom constantly gives me shit about my bikes. She asked me why Robin wanted to ride and got mad at me when I told her that because she doesn't let the worry of death dictate how she will live life.
She also doesn't like it when I point out that her and her husband's "disability" is caused not by accident or injury but what they ate, drank and smoked.

Anyway, enough morbid death talk shit. Greg loved life and I do his memory more honor by continuing to live mine to the fullest. So who wants to ride around the world with me?!?!

It's one of my most squidly pieces of clothing but I have a t-shirt that says, "I refuse to tiptoe through life, only to arrive safely at death."

Words to live by.

My mom constantly gives me shit about my bikes. She asked me why Robin wanted to ride and got mad at me when I told her that because she doesn't let the worry of death dictate how she will live life.
She also doesn't like it when I point out that her and her husband's "disability" is caused not by accident or injury but what they ate, drank and smoked.

Anyway, enough morbid death talk shit. Greg loved life and I do his memory more honor by continuing to live mine to the fullest. So who wants to ride around the world with me?!?!

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Hey, did you see the used Multi that Doug had for sale the other day? Preeeettty. Had me craving for a bike that actually runs. It looked like this one minus the chick:

It's one of my most squidly pieces of clothing but I have a t-shirt that says, "I refuse to tiptoe through life, only to arrive safely at death."

Words to live by.

My mom constantly gives me shit about my bikes. She asked me why Robin wanted to ride and got mad at me when I told her that because she doesn't let the worry of death dictate how she will live life.
She also doesn't like it when I point out that her and her husband's "disability" is caused not by accident or injury but what they ate, drank and smoked.

Anyway, enough morbid death talk shit. Greg loved life and I do his memory more honor by continuing to live mine to the fullest. So who wants to ride around the world with me?!?!

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I have in-laws that asked my wife why she "gave me permission" to by my bike and ride. Pffffft to them!!!!!

I'd ride around the world with ya...if you don't mind a BMW thumper chasing you like a little kid yelling,"Hey you guys...Wait up!!!" :)

It's hard to justify the dangers of riding sometimes, especially when you have four young children like I do. But on the other hand, people die of silly stuff all the time like choking on a low fat raisin cluster organic granola bar.
I definitely ride differently than I did back in the day before I had kids, but I can't quit riding.
I guess the enjoyment and benefits far outweigh the chances of injury, dismemberment, paraplegia, and death.
Plus it's an addiction, or a genetic disorder. Either you have it or you don't. Or in some cases you may just not have it YET.
Many of my first memories are of standing near motorcycles or scooters or any motorized two wheeled machine admiring them and wising I could ride them.
It's just like shooting up heroin with a stranger, yes it's risky, but it feels good (ok, I'm kidding about that one).
I guess it can be best demonstrated by the actions of my best buddy from college, who I've ridden thousands and thousands of miles with. He got T-boned by an Asian foreign exchange student and lost all his toes and most of his left foot smashed between her bumper and the crankcase of his XT350, yet he used the insurance money to buy another bike (a DR250 which he couldn't ride for about six months because he first had to learn to walk, then make a homemade prosthetic to shift with). The bottom line is this: Yes, riding cost him his foot, but it was also the motivation for re-learning to walk and making it through all those surgeries and therapy, so maybe it's more of a catch 22. In other words, of what value is life if you don't have anything worth dyeing for.
Sorry about the rambling rant, it didn't make much sense to me either, and I wrote it.